The snowflakes were finely crushed, sprinkled with the cold wind, spread on the stone slab in front of the ancestral hall, and also fell on the bodies of the three people kneeling in front of the ancestral hall.

It is impossible to say that Yang Chengzhi did not react to the eyes behind him and the silent appearance of his son, but last night he not only blocked all the things he planned but also ended himself happily.

When Jinxiu instructed the two giant eagles to fly towards him, he was not unwilling in his heart, he thought that after Jinxiu got the old village chief's promise, he would definitely send himself to the Yellow Spring like killing the Xiliang people, but who would have thought that although the two giant eagles flew towards him, they did not kill him, but flew to the back mountain with their huge and powerful iron claws.

In the middle of the night, the full moon hung high, but he was caught by the iron claws of the giant eagle, and his whole body was full of internal injuries, and the surface seemed to be intact, but he couldn't even escape when he was placed on the tree by the giant eagle, and his whole body hurt through the bones when he moved.

It was so difficult to get to the people, but what he faced was an interrogation worse than death, and the contemptuous and mocking eyes were even more advantageous than the arrows shot by the Xiliang people, especially the dark faces of his father and his son, not for what he was facing now, but for the sake of face.....

Yang Chengzhi stiffened his body, but there was a smile on his face, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and he didn't smile........

Besides, the two fathers and sons of the Lai family were still wearing the white undershirts worn by the Xiliang soldiers during the raid, when Chen Jiangliu found them, he couldn't help sneering in his heart when he saw them wearing such thin clothes, but his face was rigorous and asked his subordinates to tie up their father and son and throw them firmly on the cart.

In the cold wind, the father and son came over against Lai Huang's crying and cold wind, and when they arrived at Qingniu Village last night, the old village chief didn't give the three of them a good look, and directly locked the three of them in the side room of this ancestral hall, and sent eight people to guard them, and then they didn't care anymore.

Yes, not only did Yang Chengzhi, who was in pain in his internal organs, unable to speak, but even Lai's father and son, whose mouths were not blocked, were the same, their faces were bruised, their lips were white, and their bodies trembled unconsciously.

If I didn't know what these two people had done, I am afraid that there would be a little more sympathy, but after the deeds of Guan Rong of the father and son went out in an uproar, the people of Qingniu Village only looked at them with a sneer on their faces.

It's not bad if you don't fall into the well, who cares if you're cold or hungry? This is the voice of the people of Qingniu Village, and the people of Panshan Village, who handed over the disposal rights of Lai's father and son, were also silent at this time, and even the heart-rending Lai Huang who was crying on the side did not take a look at him.

But at this time, not only the villagers in front of the ancestral hall looked like they were watching a good show, but even the older generations who sat on the chairs on both sides and had a certain right to speak in the village.

There was even an old man with a ruddy face holding a cane, who had just arrived here with the support of his grandson, and sarcastically said to Yang Chengzhi's father, who was sitting in the chair with a gloomy face

"Hey, I said Boss Yang, you really raised a good son, if it weren't for the blessing of someone in our Qingniu Village, I'm afraid that these hundreds of people would not be able to escape the fate of no one to collect corpses and feed animals!"

Although the old man smiled gently, but his eyes were cold, with the support of his grandson, the old man sat firmly beside Yang Chengzhi's father, straightened his crutches, nodded to a few peers sitting on the opposite side, and continued in his mouth

"My son has done this insulting thing to his ancestors, and you still have the face to sit on this chair, I have to say admiration to the old man!" the old man sneered, glanced at the crowd opposite him with a smile, and turned his head to ask his grandson who was standing behind him

"What did you say to me a few days ago? Blue is better than blue? Near Zhu is red, close to ink is black? Isn't this all about him......" The old man smiled happily as if a child had found a good toy, looking at Yang Lao's trembling hands, the old man smiled and said loudly

"This scholar is good, he doesn't swear words when he scolds, he doesn't bring his ancestors! How do you describe another word? Good grandson? What kind of clothes and what kind of poultry are you called? Isn't it his son?

In the past, put on a human skin and pretend to be human, but what is this thing to do at this time? Good grandson, don't you want to learn from him, when the time comes, grandpa is afraid that he will jump out of the coffin and bite you to death!" the old man looked at his grandson with a helpless face behind him.

It wasn't until Yu Guang swept away the splendid that he was coming here, and the old man didn't sarcastically mock the boss of the Yang family, only to see him pat his thigh, a little crutch, and pointed to the splendid who had just arrived here with excitement on his face, "Good grandson, just learn from her, learn from me from Jinxiu, you also make a big deal for grandpa, and grandpa will also wake up laughing in the coffin!"

The old man's roar was heard in everyone's ears, it was all a joy, the old man's words were funny, his face was kind and pleasant, even Jinxiu couldn't help but smile, but the young man behind the old man couldn't help but hold his grandfather who was playing treasure

"Grandpa, be quiet, don't worry, I won't learn from him. Also, don't keep talking about death, death, coffins or whatever, let grandma know, I should be beaten again, as for doing such a big thing as splendor, I'm afraid I won't be able to do such a big thing, if she can want me to run errands with her, I'm afraid I'll wake up laughing even from a dream....."

Looking at the young man carefully, although he looked thin and well-behaved on his face, but this opening was very much like the old man who sat on the stool without any image.

"If you are far away, you will listen to your grandchildren playing treasures, Lao Wu, you are so old, why are you still so nondescript, tsk..... I'm still sitting there, and I'm really not afraid of getting black....."

The old village chief and his family came belatedly, although they were amusing the old man with leisurely feelings, but the gloomy face showed how unhappy his mood was, and he didn't even shy away from everyone and mocked someone to get up...

"Yo, village chief, you're here, what you said is not right, I'm afraid of the dark, but this black is not what I want to dye, isn't it a good grandson?

When Lao Wu saw the village chief, he changed his smile when he saw the village chief, holding the bar in his mouth, and he didn't forget to turn around and confirm it with his grandson

"It's blue out of blue, and it's better than blue! Those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black! Grandpa, that's what you just said. The young man honestly bowed his hand to the village chief, and then whispered helplessly in the old man's ear.

"Yes, yes, that's it! Look at what I'm talking about with ink, right?" The old man proudly held his head high and showed himself to the old village chief, looking like an old naughty boy, and then he didn't wait for the old village chief to answer, urging him to say, "You should deal with them quickly, I'm going to be stinking when I sit here, if you want me to say, it's better to kill them all and save trouble, throw them back into the mountain, and even save the funeral expenses, these brutes..... Hmph!"